CHAPTER 5KEW said, “I don’t understand it.”
He was pacing. He certainly didn’t understand. He behaved as if this were plainly a personal insult to his intelligence. He’d come rushing over breakfastless, although fully and well dressed, at her call. His eyebrows hadn’t released that frown of puzzlement since he’d entered.
“If you only knew, Griselda, it doesn’t make sense. It simply doesn’t add.”
She was almost amused. “Don’t you think I know that?”
His eyes saw her then, her cinnamon flannel skirt, her brass-colored military coat. He didn’t know about the crick in her back from sleeping all night in that rigid excuse for a chair. Her eyes must have closed before she’d read a paragraph.
“Of course, of course. Yes, of course,” he said. But he wasn’t thinking of what he said. His mind wa
